The night sky is painted with a tapestry of stars, the full moon casting a silvery glow over the forest where you found yourself strolling. It was a late summer night where you found yourself trying to enjoy the warm air as you wandered through the dense woods, walking deeper than you normally found yourself on nights like these. The rustling leaves and the distant call of an owl add to the oddly calming ambiance. Interrupting that, a flicker of movement catches your eye—a shadow slipping swiftly through the trees.

Emerging from the darkness, what you thought was a human at first glance stands before you in a black yukata, an elegant red with a black design over it. The figure's fox-like ears were pointed, and his eyes, a dark grey, gleam with something you could name as mischievous when you realized what the creature most likely was. His sleek black fur shimmers under the moonlight, a black fur fox tail swaying rhythmically behind him.

"Lost, are we?" The black fox yōkai spoke, his voice low and smooth.

While white kitsune were often told to be more benevolent and are often seen as protectors, symbols of purity and divine favor, black kitsune were shrouded in more mystery. Some rumored to be bad omens, others said to be symbols of prosperity, yet all mysterious and powerful. The one in front of you emanated the same 'trickster' aura that kitsune were fabled to have.